Dance of Death Perfume Oil $6.25$25.00

Dance of Death Perfume Oil


Carrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesan’s thin face.

Was slimmer waist e’er in a ball-room wooed?
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.

The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes

Are made of shade and void; with flowery sprays
Her skull is wreathed artistically, and sways,
Feeble and weak, on her frail vertebrae.
O charm of nothing decked in folly! they

Who laugh and name you a Caricature,
They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure,
The nameless grace of every bleached, bare bone,
That is most dear to me, tall skeleton!

Come you to trouble with your potent sneer
The feast of Life! or are you driven here,
To Pleasure’s Sabbath, by dead lusts that stir
And goad your moving corpse on with a spur?

Or do you hope, when sing the violins,
And the pale candle-flame lights up our sins,
To drive some mocking nightmare far apart,
And cool the flame hell lighted in your heart?

Fathomless well of fault and foolishness!
Eternal alembic of antique distress!
Still o’er the curved, white trellis of your sides
The sateless, wandering serpent curls and glides.

And truth to tell, I fear lest you should find,
Among us here, no lover to your mind;
Which of these hearts beat for the smile you gave?
The charms of horror please none but the brave.

Your eyes’ black gulf, where awful broodings stir,
Brings giddiness; the prudent reveller
Sees, while a horror grips him from beneath,
The eternal smile of thirty-two white teeth.

For he who has not folded in his arms
A skeleton, nor fed on graveyard charms,
Recks not of furbelow, or paint, or scent,
When Horror comes the way that Beauty went.

O irresistible, with fleshless face,
Say to these dancers in their dazzled race:
“Proud lovers with the paint above your bones,
Ye shall taste death, musk scented skeletons!

Withered Antinoüs, dandies with plump faces,
Ye varnished cadavers, and grey Lovelaces,
Ye go to lands unknown and void of breath,
Drawn by the rumour of the Dance of Death.

From Seine’s cold quays to Ganges’ burning stream,
The mortal troupes dance onward in a dream;
They do not see, within the opened sky,
The Angel’s sinister trumpet raised on high.

In every clime and under every sun,
Death laughs at ye, mad mortals, as ye run;
And oft perfumes herself with myrrh, like ye
And mingles with your madness, irony!

A gloriously elegant representation of Lady Death. Dry, bone-white orris, black musk, serpentine patchouli and our murkiest myrrh.

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Ars Moriendi

Presented in an amber apothecary vial


  1. andthelawwon

    The only feminine scent I adore and wear regularly. This is what Morticia Adams smells like; dark, distinctive, and timeless.

  2. Andrew Hall

    Words cannot describe how much I adore this scent.
    It’s slightly bitter-sweet with a dry powdery floral and a distinct earthy patchouli over all of it after dry down.
    It leans toward the feminine side, but I’m a Male and I still wear it and get compliments.
    Scent has no gender anyway, in my opinion.
    This is what Black Phoenix is known for is these dark and beautifully haunting scents.

  3. ranepage11

    Sexual cannibalism. It smells so lusty, & deep that I would love to just take a bite out of myself. Ha!

  4. laduciel

    I’m feeling a favorite coming on….I searched for certain oils I liked and this is one that came up.
    Just got it, have had it on for about a half hour. Yum. I am not a big floral or citrus person. This has a lovely wafting fragrance, Feminine, but with an edge.

  5. littlejackal

    A refined, elegant scent. On my skin, it dries a little too powdery for my tastes, but overall it’s very ladylike and austere. I can certainly imagine it on a beautifully dressed skeleton.

  6. vane_ardilla

    At first is really strong, but after a few seconds the smell of mhyrr ans mosk starts appearing and it’s delicious! Love it

  7. lookingglass

    Dance of Death is a rich nod to classic orientals…very somber, mysterious, and creamy without being sweet. It reminds me of a dark, warm, but dusty Victorian house. I love it in the diffuser.

  8. Sara

    orris is such a dry floral and the myrrh adds its lovely sweetness, and the musk lends earthiness. the patchouli is barely distinguishable, but it’s there. very feminine, elegant yet dark.

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